Ever seen that TV show he had, The Crocodile Hunter? It was pretty dang good, if you ask me. It got my kids to turn off the damn stoner network for a minute and put something useful in their heads. It gave us some good, quiet time together. And though watching that moron the dearly departed sticking his head in crocodile's mouths and shit made me cringe all the way to my toes, it was kind of, well, intriguing. Fascinating, even. I bet he was a cool ass dad. I bet he never once said, "No, son, that's far too dangerous."

So, peace out, Steve. I am sad for you, and your family, and I hope you died living your dream.